Title:           Succ Em To Tha Essence
Author:          sunbather
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First Edit:      Thursday 9th of April 2015 03:52:02 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 14th of April 2015 02:54:13 PM CDT

>You’re Anon and you’ve been stomping though this forest for God knows how long. Stomp stomp stomp.
>Why? Earlier, Rainbow made a (rather snide, in your opinion) comment that you could use some exercise. So here you were. Where were you, anyways?
>Looking around, you fail to gain any inkling as to your location. You figure it’s… away from Ponyville. That’s it, really. Away.
>And deep as hell into the woods to boot. At least you weren’t alone! Equestria was in the throes of Autumn and as such each step deeper into the spooky woods was marked by the crunching of leaves.
>A crunching that carried on in the distance, even when you were at a standstill.
>You were tired of this forest and all the fucking spooks contained within so your only option was clear: keep walking.
>The crunch-crunching off in the distance never seemed to grow closer or farther, just more frequent. It was really starting to get to you, if you were being honest.
>You liked to talk big (it was hard not to around tiny technicolor horses) but there was some shit out here that you just did NOT want to run into.
>That weight was lifted off your mind for some time as the distant noises ceased for a good while. It wasn’t until it started getting noticeably darker (and colder) that you heard something.
>Something moving towards you. Quickly.
>Before you could even register that there was an attacker, something very, /very/ hard struck you in the back of the head. You’re out in an instant.
>You awake a good few hours later in what looks like a small cottage. The windows were covered in tattered drapes and there was dust covering every surface in sight.
>You try to move, only to find you’ve been bound by… something green. Oh hell. You don’t have time to finish putting two and two together as your assailant moves into your field of vision.
>There was Queen Chrysalis, looking… just as imposing as you’d expect her to. Every inch of her seemed razor-sharp. It was a miracle she didn’t cut your head clean off, really.
>”So. You’re the one I’ve heard so much about. I cannot believe you were so easy to ambush!”
“Oh. Uh. Yeah. You caught me on an off day.”
>”An ‘off’ day? In the future, I’d try to avoid having off days. It makes it far harder for me to devour you.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Devour me? Like… physically eating or doing that weird love shit?”
>You can see her restrain herself from lashing out at you. Apparently ancient evil hive queens didn’t have time for stupid questions.
>”The second one. ‘Weird love shit,’ if I were to use your crude phrasing. I’m awful hungry these days and I figure that something your size and… supposed intelligence will be a perfect meal.”
>You refrain from speaking and instead desperately search for something to help you escape. Anything, really. You managed to bust out after getting kidnapped by Pinkie for some sort of intense partying session so this should be a cinch.
>You find nothing of worth in your field of vision except… was that a VHS player?
”Dude, what the fuck? You guys have VHSes? Man, that is wild.”
>”Once I’m finished with you, Ponyville will— What?”
“Y’know, those movies on tapes? Used to be a big deal back on Earth. God, it’s been ages since I’ve seen anything! Does that thing work?”
>”Y-Yes, it does. Why do you want to know?”
“Fuck dude, call it my last request or whatever but I just wanna watch something before you suck me dry.”
>”Watch something? With me?”
“Yeah, sure. Don’t know who else is here to watch it except like, five inches of fucking dust. Seriously, how do you deal with this?”
>”I don’t get many visitors out here, as I’m sure you can imagine.”
“Wait, are you serious? I don’t know why, considering I got a pretty warm welcome.”
>”… I am more than capable of killing you, you know.”
“Right. So whaddya wanna watch then, bugbutt?”
She bristles as much as some sort of weird bug-pony thing can at the nickname. It was cute, in a way. You keep yourself from flinching as she brings her horn down. She approaches you aaaaand… cuts your bonds?
>”You pick something. I’ve seen these all hundreds of times.”
“Uhhhh… Alright. Let’s see here…”
>You push yourself off the chair she had you strapped to and slowly move to the stacks of tapes in front of you. She had a LOT of the damn things.
>You spend a good few minutes rifling through them, lost in a haze of nostalgia for a world you’d never expect to come into contact with again. Every one of these had ponies in them, of course, but there were just so many parallels that it was almost scary.
>Oh shit, she had Star Wars? You pluck your selection from the middle of the boxed set. Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back. You show it to her and something resembling a smile nearly slips free. You did good, apparently.
>You turn the TV and the player on before sliding the movie in. Every noise it made was satisfying in the strangest of ways, as if your world and this one had merged for just an instant. After making sure it’s fully rewound you press play and return to your seat.
>”I have a couch. If you want to sit on that.”
“Oh. Sure. Thanks.”
>She doesn’t say a word, instead gesturing for you to stand back a ways. She levitates the chair into the corner before sliding a couch in to replace it. She takes a minute to center it, again waving her holey hoof towards you to indicate you were free to sit.
>The two of you get comfortable, sinking into the well-worn cushions as that damn anti-piracy ad plays.
>That’s when time starts to kind of… fade away from your mind. You get drawn into some sort of bizarre retelling of an old favorite. It mostly follows the same track but there’s still that undeniable pony twist to the whole thing that reminds you that you aren’t back home.
>That and the seemingly content queen beside you. This entire thing was like some fort of fucked-up but surprisingly positive trip and you didn’t know what to make of it.
>The movie ended all too soon and for a moment, you remember what she originally had planned. You nearly resign yourself to your fate as she turns to look at you, a faint glimmer in her eyes.
>”I don’t know why you picked Episode Five. If you had picked Six we could’ve worked our way backwards and with Four we could’ve done this chronologically. This is what I get for letting you make the choice, I guess.”
>You were speechless. Absolutely speechless. This didn’t seem to trouble her as she pressed rewind, pulling Episode Four out of its’ case. After returning Five to its’ rightful place she slipped the new tape in, settling back.
>”Should I make some popcorn? This just doesn’t feel right without popcorn.”
“Hell yeah, dude. You can’t have a movie night without popcorn.”
>Her horn begins to glow as she shifts her attention to the room next to the one you’re currently in. You can hear a pot being slid out of a cupboard, followed by the sound of kernels spilling into it. You can’t help but look on in awe as she does all this from what you can only assume is memory.
>The pot comes to rest on the stove and soon enough the entire house fills with the scent of popcorn.
“How are you doing that without looking?”
>”I did say I’ve watched these movies hundreds of times each, did I not?”
“Yeah, I guess you did say that. Shit. Thanks, by the way.”
>She refrains from replying, still intently focused on the task being performed out-of-sight. You hear her lift it from the stove, waiting a moment before pouring into a bowl.
>”Salt and butter fine?”
“Of course. Gotta get that authentic movie theater feel, you know?”
>”Hm. You’re right. Quite the oversight on my part, really.” As the bowl settles itself between the two of you the light above you goes out. You kind of forgot it was there, really. “Better?”
>You smile at her, your faces just illuminated by the light of the screen in front of you.
“Much better.”
>This movie plays out a lot like the first. Just familiar enough to comfort you, just alien enough to hold your attention. The popcorn is a nice touch. Chrysalis really knew her stuff, apparently.
>About halfway though the movie you noticed something pressing against your side. A quick glance showed her leaning against you, eyes fixed on the screen. A handful of popcorn levitates into her mouth.
>Something in your chest stirs as you watch her and that something seems to catch her attention as the movie pauses.
>”What was that?”
“What was what?”
>”That… Thing. I felt it. What was that?”
“I… don’t think I know what you’re talking about. Honestly.”
>She narrows her eyes, turning to face you. When she opens her mouth to speak you can see her teeth all-too-clearly. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You felt something, didn’t you? Tell me what you felt.”
>You gulp, your heart racing. It takes you a moment to steady your nerves enough to reply without a stutter.
“I… noticed you were leaning against me. Glanced over and I guess you looked…”
>”Yes? How did I look?” She leans in closer, baring her fangs.
“Cute. You looked cute.”
>Awwww fuck. That was it. Game over. You were done for. Goodbye Equ—
>”You think I’m cute?”
>You could see her face soften instantly. Not physically, really, but more emotionally. It only made her cuter.
“Yeah. I think I do. Is that alright?”
>She’s quiet for a moment, her eyes showing she was lost in thought. “Yes, that’s perfectly fine.”
“Alright, cool. Can we start the movie up again?”
>You lean against her and you can feel her body tense up. It takes her a moment to relax but when she does, you can tell there’s a smile on her face. She presses play again and the two of you fall back into the film.
>It ends and in a few smooth motions she begins to play Episode Six. This was it. The climax of the original trilogy. The final confrontation between Prince Skywalker and Lord Vader. In Pony Star Wars, Luke becomes an alicorn apparently. Who would’ve imagined?
>As the situation on screen becomes tense you can’t help but cling to her, your teeth pressed together. You find she does the same. Apparently even after all this time, she could still enjoy the flick.
>The two of you cheer as Vader defeats Palpatine, gasp as Vader reveals he was Lukes’ father, and visibly relax as the heroes all make it back in (mostly) one piece. Luke does still lose a hoof in the pony version.
>The end credits roll and you find your eyelids heavy with sleep. A yawn from Chrysalis indicates she feels the same. You turn to her, bleary-eyed but happy.
“Can I crash here for tonight?”
>”I’d have you killed if you didn’t.”
>You share a sensible chuckle as you peel yourself off the couch. You follow her through the small cottage into a modestly-sized bedroom.
>The only notable pieces of furniture are a queen-sized bed and a nightstand with a raggedy-looking lamp on top.
>She hops into bed, stretching out fully. You climb in after her, setting your head down on the unused pillow beside her.
>She pulls the covers over the both of you and lets out a soft, happy sigh. In the cold, dark of the room you find yourself pulled to her like a moth to flame. She doesn’t protest when you drape your arm over her.
>In fact, she scoots closer herself, wrapping a foreleg around your waist. She’s warm, warmer than anything else in the room, and that warmth lulls you to sleep within a handful of minutes.
 
>You’ve been hanging out with Chrysalis for a few days now. You were both initially afraid of the whole “sucking the life force out of you” thing but so far you were feeling fine. Great, really.
>Though you think the ponies might be getting a little suspicious. Pinkies’ incessant questioning wasn’t helping with keeping a low profile. You were starting to get worried.
>That worry would come to a head when you heard a knock at the door one afternoon. It tore through the silence without warning, snapping the two of you out of your reveries.
>You scramble, telling her to hide, but it’s too late. You can already see a pair of eyes peering in through the window and seconds later strong hooves kick the door open.
>Chrysalis lets out a vicious snarl and moves to attack but you position yourself between her and the home invaders.
>”Anon, get away from her! You don’t understand what she’s done.”
>”Get out of my way, Anon. I don’t need you protecting me. I’ve got unfinished business with these ponies.”
>”How long have you been hiding her from us? I can’t believe this! I trusted you! WE trusted you! Just… get out of here, Anon. This isn’t your fight.”
>”He wasn’t hiding me you fool! I was hiding myself! And under your snouts this whole time, too. How do you expect to defeat me if you can’t even keep me out of your borders?”
“Would you both just shut the fuck up?”
>”No! She’s a war criminal! I have to—“
>”I’ll stop talking one I rip every bit of—“
>You lunge forward and give Twilight a hard slap on the snout before whirling back around, doing the same to Chrysalis. That stuns them long enough for you to speak.
“For fucks sake! Look, I get what she did. I get it, I really do. So give me just a few fucking minutes to mediate between my friends, alright?”
>Twilight looks disgusted, spitting the next words that come out of her mouth.
>“Friend? She’s your friend? What’d she do to you Anon? I understand that humans are different from ponies but she’s a MONSTER.”
>Chrysalis prepares a response but you place your hand over her mouth before she gets an opportunity to make things worse.
“She didn’t DO anything. As a matter of fact, she hasn’t done a damn thing this entire time! Funny, isn’t it? Do you see any of that nasty green goop anywhere? Any weird pods? Any chittering hordes? No! No you fucking don’t!”
>The passion in your voice gives the assembled ponies a pause, one you make good use of.
“This entire time she hasn’t said a single thing about conquering this or that or really doing anything more sinister than beating me at like, literally every game we play. So maybe she’s changed. Maybe she hasn’t. She’s the Queen of the Changelings, putting up a facade is her thing.”
“But right now? I believe she’s different. I trust her. I want to ask you something, alright, and I want you to give me an answer without any sass. Do I look like I’m in danger?”
>”I… No, you don’t. Not right now, at least.”
“Alright. Good.”
>You turn to Chrysalis. You can’t read her face right now beyond ‘mad as hell.’
“Have you been draining as much love energy as you can while we’ve been together?”
>”… Yes, yes I have. To be quite frank, it’s more than I’ve had in a very, very long time.”
>The Mane Six seem to balk at this. It catches you off guard too, if you were going to be honest.
“Do I look any worse for the wear? No, I don’t. And I don’t really know why but I’ve got an idea. It’s because I’m not just love, you know? I’m a whole lot else, too. I’m a bunch of shit and sometimes it gets messy but I’m still me. And I’m not afraid to give all of that to whoever wants it.”
>Were you crying? Yeah, you were definitely crying. Fight through the tears, fucker.
“I’ve given myself to this place, to the ponies I’ve met, to all the stupid shit I’ve done. Now I’ve given myself to Chrysalis and you know what? I’ve still got more to give! Cause I don’t just… run out. I’d never let myself.”
>That was probably some of the dumbest shit you’ve ever said but fuck if you didn’t feel every bit of it. Apparently everyone else did too, judging by the seven faces on the verge of tears around you.
>Chrysalis is the first to break, bawling as she wraps her forelegs around you. You dry your eyes as she buries her head in your neck.
>Twilight sniffs deeply, wiping away the water pooling around her eyes with her wings. “Right. Okay.” Her voice cracks. “She can. She can stay. But I’d still like to keep an eye on her.”
>You smile widely, a plan already forming in your head.
“That’s a good idea. Stay on your guard, though. She might just wreck your ass at Hyperspace Hyperwars.”
>”I’ll stay— wait, what? No way. There is no way she could beat me.”
>This snaps Chrysalis out of her mood, a fiery look on her face. “Are you sure about that, Princess? Because I think you’ll find that in this field of war you’re no match for me.
>You slip out of Chrysalis’ hold, letting them butt heads for a moment. You rise to your feet, pleased to have avoided what could’ve been a HUGE problem.
>You compose a letter to Celestia in your head talking about giving everyone second chances or some shit.
>You send it off and let the end credits roll, a smile on your face. It was hard to stay bored around here.
>You hear a mumbled “Goodnight, Anon.” as the dreamworld claims you.
>The morning sun wakes you and before you can move to stretch out, you remember that…
>That you watched movies all night with what you thought was a terrifying bug queen but really turned out to be a terrifying bug nerd. And then you passed out on the same bed.
>She was still there beside you, breathing softly. You gently run your fingers through her hair, passing the time until she awoke.
>When she does you can see the same train of thought that you encountered run through her mind. First she seems surprised, then for a split second a murderous gleam fills her eyes. That’s quickly snuffed out by a soft expression as she recalls the night in full.
“Morning, bugbutt.”
>”Good morning, pink monkey.” She bonks your head with hers, giggling a little. You feel your chest flutter again.
>She seems to pick up on this as she closes her eyes, a satisfied looking passing over her face.
“Did that… taste good?”
>Fuck that was weird to say.
>”… Yes, yes it did. Thank you.” In a move that surprised you both she pecks your forehead. Her lips were a lot softer than you were expecting.
“I figure you’re not hungry but I was gonna cook breakfast anyways. Whaddya got?”
>She pauses, withdrawing into herself a little. “Nothing, really. I don’t exactly need to eat. I just like popcorn because like you said, it makes everything feel more authentic.”
“Huh. Alright. I think Ponyville’s the closest town so I figure I could do some grocery shopping there.”
>She seems crestfallen at the suggestion. You kind of know how she feels, really. Being isolated like this really blows.
“You could fly me to the outskirts of the forest? I’ll dash in, grab some stuff, and then be back in a flash.”
>”Promise?”
“Promise.”
>The two of you roll out of bed, expending more energy than either of you felt necessary. She leads you to the door before stooping down. You climb onto her back and hold onto her mane nervously.
>Her wings buzz softly as she lifts off the ground, moving quickly through the forest. It doesn’t take her long to reach the edge where she stops with great reluctance.
>”You… can’t tell anyone I’m here, alright?”
“Of course! I’m not that dumb. Honest.”
>She doesn’t seem too reassured as you set off towards town, your hands in your pockets.
>As you reach town you’re completely bowled over by Pinkie Pie. You were a little tired of her getting the drop on you.
>”ANON! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEEEEEEEEEN?!”
“Pinkie holy shit I can’t hear anything. Please never do that again.”
>”OH. Right. Sorry. Where did you gooooooooooo?”
“Into the forest.”
>”Well DUH but where?! Where did you go in the forest? Why didn’t you come back before it got dark? Where did you sleep? I know you’re not very good at camping so you couldn’t have done anything like that. You smell like dust. A lot! I actually really wanna sneeze but I won’t because sneezing on somepony is rude! Aaaaanyways, did you end up staying in an abandoned barn or something?”
“I found an old cottage to stay in. That’s it. Now let me up so I can get some groceries. Please.”
>"Really? That's it? Wow. That's kind of boring. You're kind of boring, Anon."
>You stare Pinkie dead in the eyes, her smile unwavering. You remain like that for a moment before you heave her off you and rise to your feet.
"We're done here."
>Now you can finally head towards the town market. Your shopping trip proceedes without any further disruptions, something you're more than thankful for. You walk back into the forest, looking around for Chrysalis. You almost find youself growing worried until you see her step out from behind a tree.
"Oh shit, there you are. You'd be damn good at hide and go seek."
>"What's that?"
>What's that.
"It's uh. It's a game where one person closes their eyes and everyone else hides somewhere. After counting to like, sixty or whatever, the 'finder' opens their eyes and tries to find everyone."
>"What do they do when they find someone?"
"Depends, I guess. Sometimes the hider has a chance to run to reach a safe zone, sometimes the hider helps the finder. I haven't played it in ages."
>"I see. It sounds interesting. Shall we head back now?"
"Yeah, sure. Figure hanging around here is sorta dangerous now, isn't it?"
>She doesn't respond, instead lowering her body again. You figure that even if you knew how to ride horses it wouldn't have helped make this any less weird. It takes an awful lot of concentration to not drop everything you bought as she speeds over the forest floor.
>You reach the cottage and dismount, making your way towards the door. You're lucky you didn't pick up anything perishable because she definitely doesn't have a fridge or an ice box or really anything. She's got plenty of cupboard space, at least.
>She watches quietly as you put the groceries away, whistling to yourself. You finish, leaning against the counter in satisfaction.
"So whaddya get up to out here besides watching movies?"
>"Planning, I suppose. Feeding off what I can. Surviving."
"Surviving, right. You got any hobbies? You've gotta have hobbies."
>She spends a moment considering her answer, a hoof raised to her chin in thought. "Yes. I suppose I do."
>You stand there silently, waiting for her to continue. Flustered, she picks up where she left off.
>"I... collect and paint figures. For a tabletop wargame. I used to play but none of my drones were very good and ever since my army was wiped out I haven't been able to buy anything new."
>Chrysalis was only becoming more interesting in your eyes. More real, in a way.
"Dude, what army do you play?"
>"Tyravids. Big surprise, I know. Guess I find it easy to relate."
"They're pretty cool. I haven't had much of a chance to play but from what I've seen they're not bad competitively."
>The more she speaks the more she relaxes, a visible slackening of her posture. "I can't say anything about their competitive viability beyond some basic number crunching I've done but the lists I've made are fairly solid. I've been collecting for long enough that there's not much I can't field in terms of combos."
>You nod, listening intently. You knew Shining Armor and Twilight were both into nerdier pursuits but this was the first time you'd met a villain who fell into the category. It was... different.
"Where do you keep all of 'em?"
>"Oh! I mostly keep them in the closet in the bedroom. I have a cellar that I keep everything else in." She walks into the bedroom and you follow, watching her open the closet on the far left. Inside is stack after stack of hardcases, all covered by a layer of dust. Just like everything else here.
"Are these all painted?"
>"Yeah. I have more time on my hooves than I know what to do with. Even when everything was in full swing I found time to paint a unit or two here and there." She levitates the box at the top out, setting it down on the bed and opening it.
>You whistle appreciatively at her paint job. Shit was nearly pro level.
"Damn, you really know what you're doing. Think we've got time to play a game?">Her face lights up at the suggestion and she begins pulling out box after box. The air was thick with dust, which didn't bother her in the slightest. Shortly after followed the rule books, paper, pens, dice, and tape measures.
>After setting all of this in neat piles she exited the house, heading out behind it. You remain in the room, demonstrating your usefullness. She returns with a folded table, two chairs, and a box of terrain pieces in tow. She sets everything up with practiced ease, grinning as she finishes.
>"You can look through the lists I've made or you can make your own. Up to you, really."
>You pick up the list book and flip through it, picking one that suited your fancy. Lots of monstrous creatures was definitely your style.
"Think I'm gonna do the Monster Mash here."
>She giggles, setting a few boxes out in front of you. You open them and browse their contents as she looks for a list for herself. Having made her choice she sets the book on the table and takes her place on one side. "Let's roll to see who goes first."
>You win the roll-off, choosing to deploy first and go last. You start setting up, considering the placement of each model carefully. You didn't have a whole lot of room for mistakes with the list.
>Chrysalis sets up next and then takes her turn, getting everything into position. It's not until turn 3 that battle is joined proper and by turn 5 she's completely trounced your every move. You never considered yourself great but you knew you didn't suck THAT bad.
>She's practically beaming after mopping the floor with you and you can't help but scowl. You punch her in the shoulder playfully and she knocks you to the ground in return. It was more surprising than painful, thankfully. What was even more surprising was the weight that followed, pinning you down completely.
>The scene was just like some sort of dumb romcom. The two main characters find themselves in a compromising physical position, looking deep into each others eyes.
>You see her move her head forward, eyes fluttering close. Your response is a natural reflection of that, a mutual closing of distance. Your lips meet and your heart stops for a moment.
>For a first kiss between the two of you it was deep, heavy with need. She's the first to pull away, breathless and open-mouthed in awe. As you regain your basic thought processes you notice she seems more radiant somehow.
"How... filling was that?"
>"Very. More than anything else I've felt, really. Are you alright?"
>You seriously consider the question for the moment. You take note of what you do and do not feel. You feel warm in your chest, a little giddy, and still kind of mad that she destroyed you so completely. What you don't feel is any sort of fatigue, pain, or otherwise anything particularly negative physically.
"I feel fine. Great, really."
>"Good. Do you want to kiss again?"
>Your answer was simple; you tangle your fingers in her mane and push her head closer to yours, sucking in a breath as you press your lips to hers. She retaliates by adjusting her position on top of you, placing a hoof on either side of your head. Her spindly form is straddling you and you find her to be much softer than previously expected.
>A better kisser than expected too. You kind of lose yourself for a while, twisting around her serpentine tongue before brushing against her teeth.
>She nearly crams her tongue down your throat before realizing that it was something you really weren't designed for. It was kind of hot, really.
>Speaking of kind of hot... both of you were aware of something pressing against her pelvis where there was nothing before. An increase in applied pressure made her intentions clear. >Your hands find their way to the hem of your shirt and... your stomach growls.
>She snrks as you lay back, closing your eyes in defeat. She sits back on her haunches and offers you a sympathetic smile. "You should get something to eat. You'll need the stamina."
>Bullshit. Complete and total bullshit. Fuck needing to eat things. All you wanted to do was dick down a surprisingly not awful bughorse.
>Instead you’re standing in the kitchen, surveying your choices. You grabbed the essentials when you went into town: eggs, bread, butter, and plenty of greens and vegetables.
> With ponies it was either eating like a goddamn health freak or having cake for breakfast. There was no in-between. You didn’t mind that too much these days, though.
>You chop up a potato and some greens while a slab of butter heats up in the skillet. You throw the potatoes in first, letting those brown a little before tossing in the greens.
>Two eggs follow, cracked directly into the skillet. You mix the whole thing together until it looks sufficiently cooked and kill the heat. With a dash of pepper you stand back, basking in accomplishment.
>Once the whole mess had cooled down enough for you to eat it you grab a fork and go at it. You don’t even bother with a plate, you filthy animal. The fewer dishes you have to wash the better.
>Feeling satisfied for the time being, you head back into the bedroom for a different brand of satisfaction. Sprawled out on the bed is Queen Chrysalis in what appears to be… a slave Leia costume.
“Holy shit.”
>”I-is something wrong? I heard the costume was sexy and I think I did a good job making it. I can change if—“
“No, no. It’s perfect. I just can’t believe this is happening.”
>”What do you mean?”
“You know what? I’m going to stop talking before I say something stupid.”
>She seems to support this idea as you crawl into bed where you’re immediately pressed down by Chrysalis. She tugs at the hem of your shirt with her magic, clearly instructing you to remove it.
>You think maybe she missed the whole point of the outfit but you can’t really complain given that you’re about to get laid. You pull the shirt off and throw it to the side.
>The pants are the next thing to go. Your dick is so close to being free that you’re practically yelling internally.
>You figure that your boxers would be off shortly but it seemed Chrysalis had something else planned. She drags her teeth down the skin of your chest, drawing out the slightest shiver.
>She throws in a few nips for good measure, just enough to get a reaction out of you. She giggles before finally sinking her fangs into your boxers and…
>Pulling them down. Holy shit. Holy shit. It was actually happening. You were actually going to get head from Queen Chrysalis.
>Getting head seemed like a crude phrase compared to the degree of affection being lavished on your dick right now.
>The freakishly long tongue that had tried to explore your esophagus not too long was now wrapped around the entirety of your shaft. It was absolutely wild, if you were going to be honest.
>You move to place your hands on her head but she forces them down, her horn glowing green. The look in her eyes makes it clear that everything happening right now is happening because she wants it to.
>You’re glad it is. Really, you are. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth around you, the insistent suction, the friction of her tongue against you. All of it was driving you wild.
>At no point does her assault relent. Quite the opposite, actually. Her ministrations only grew in ferocity until it was all you could do to not—
>You black out for a moment, opening your eyes blearily to the image of Chrysalis licking the last drop of cum up. Satisfied with her meal she crawls forward, resting her body on yours.
>”I don’t think I’ve ever consumed love magic that tasted quite like that. I demand more. Eventually.”
>You can’t really summon the strength to reply given that she quite literally sucked your soul out of your dick but you manage to nod. It’s the best you can do for right now.
>By the time you’ve regained your strength Chrysalis has passed out on top of you, snoring lightly. Before long you fall prey to the pleasant heat radiating from the body pressed against yours, slipping into a peaceful sleep.